


The Law of Second Chances

by BDA



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, F/M, Multi, Raising Harry Potter, Slow Burn
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-09-27
Updated: 2020-10-18
Packaged: 2021-03-08 02:20:11
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,420
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26688052
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BDA/pseuds/BDA
Summary: The Raising Harry Muggle AU you didn't know you wanted. Told in alternating viewpoints from Tonks and Remus, we explore Remus' new life raising Harry after a terrible event upends their lives. Tonks investigates a serious case at work. Tonks and Remus clash, but is there a hint of attraction there?
Relationships: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Comments: 12
Kudos: 20





	1. Meet Tonks

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Please bear with me with this chapter, there will be a lot more interaction between Remus and Tonks later on, and things will get more interesting but this chapter is just to introduce some of the premise. Next chapter will be from Remus' point of view and will also serve to set the stage for this story but will have more details and excitement I hope.

Nymphadora Tonks stumbled out of her bedroom and hobbled down the hall, a whirlwind of activity. She was desperately looking for her other boot even as she tried to lace up the one that she was wearing. Of course, her boss would call her in for an emergency on her first day off in weeks. Weeks of covering colleagues’ shifts and collecting overtime in order to guarantee a nice four-day weekend for herself ruined by the ringing of her cellphone at 5:45 am. Tonks had no idea why she was being called in on her day off, but she knew that this would be the end of her long weekend. She was probably being brought in on a case, but for what purpose she wasn’t sure. She tried to mentally run through all the big cases they had open at the moment to predict where they might need to bring in fresh eyes but couldn’t settle on anyone that seemed more likely than the other.

Tonks located her missing boot and tied it up before slipping on her coat and tumbling out of her flat. After a few attempts at fitting the key into the lock she managed to secure her flat and then hurried down the stairs from her seventh-floor apartment. The rattle of plastic wheels on uneven tarmac reached her ears as she reached the ground floor and Tonks almost collided with the source of the noise as she rounded the corner. 

The noise maker in this situation was the man who lived a few doors down from Tonks, pushing a baby in a stroller. Tonks groaned inwardly (and maybe out loud a little bit). The man, whose name she couldn’t quite remember, had moved into the apartment complex and down the hall from Tonks a little under a week ago, and they had been butting heads ever since. Or, at least, Tonks had been butting heads with him. Tonks didn’t want to be feuding with her neighbour, she preferred not to interact with her neighbours very much at all, but somehow, she just seemed to clash with this man. He annoyed her. She couldn’t even remember his name, though she knew it probably began with an R. Or maybe a J. It was an uncommon name, not Roger or Richard or anything like that. She wished it was Richard. Then she could give him an appropriate nickname without breaking social niceties. Not that the man fit such a nickname, that was part of the problem. 

The part that infuriated her almost as much as her other grievances with him was that the man was unfailingly nice. The man was almost cartoonishly polite. He helped his neighbours take out their trash and run errands. He even helped old ladies cross the street, for crying out loud! He chatted with everyone, everyone that is, except Tonks. Ever since their first meeting the man had been avoiding her whenever he could. Tonks couldn’t understand why, or why every time they did run into each other she managed to say precisely the wrong thing, or he would get skittish and disappear. Tonks did concede that their stilted interactions probably had something to do with how poorly their first meeting had gone when he moved in. 

On the day that the man moved in, Tonks had gone over with some homemade muffins, which were only a little burnt on the bottom, as a gesture of good will to her new neighbour. He hadn’t even opened the door fully to speak to her, only peered at her from behind the chain until she explained who she was and why she was there. He had opened the door and welcomed her in then, perfectly polite, but she did not forget her first impression of him, a pair of shifty eyes peering at her from behind the chain. The apartment itself was perfectly nice, warm and inviting and smelling strongly of tea and banana bread. The baby was sitting on a little play mat in front of the sofa, trying valiantly to pull himself to his feet on the sofa. Her new neighbour had thanked her for the muffins and made pleasant but stilted small talk with her, skirting any questions about where he had moved from or anything of the sort. This along with the fact that the apartment did not contain a single photograph of any kind, had made her keep an eye on him.

He had some odd habits and a secretive nature that made her automatically suspicious of him. Her years in the police academy and her years on the force had taught her to be constantly vigilant of her surroundings, and so she could not help but notice how the man came and went at odd hours, how, despite being friendly with everyone he interacted with, he never had anyone over to his apartment and seemed to have no friends or family besides the baby. From what she had gathered, he was extremely evasive about where he used to live, who the baby’s mother was, and anything about himself of actual consequence. The baby itself was a conundrum. Her neighbour looked nothing like the little boy. Her neighbour had cool, cream coloured skin with brownish-blondish hair and light eyes. His baby had lovely tawny skin with warm orange-brown undertones and a messy mop of black hair and striking green eyes. This could easily be explained by the boy taking after his mother, but there wasn’t even a hint of his father in him which Tonks still found strange. Their eye shape, noses, and mouths were different. Tonks had looked for similar ears or chins or anything that they had in common, but it just seemed as though they weren’t even related.

Tonks knew she sometimes read too much into things, she had learned it from her old partner and mentor, a brilliant police officer but a terribly paranoid bastard. Alastair had left the force a few months ago, though he still called often to check in on things or to report suspicious activity he had seen. Other officers on the force had been pushing him to get into regular retired-people hobbies with varying degrees of success. Like bird watching, for example, which had not panned out (it turns out those pigeons in the park really were there just to eat crumbs from the old ladies who fed the birds, not messenger pigeons for the drug trade). Or yoga (he had shown everyone how ‘flexible’ his eyes were by popping out his glass eye and making several people faint at the sight. He was amused, management was not). She knew she needed to tone it down and rely on evidence and observable facts more or risk being a laughing stock like her ‘mad’ mentor.

She tried to keep all of this in mind as she stumbled and almost lost her footing as she tried not to trip over the pushchair. The little boy inside was fast asleep, his cheeks rosy from his sleep-warm state. There was nothing suspicious about taking your baby for a stroll at this hour in the morning she told herself, nothing suspicious at all.

“Oh! Sorry. Good morning.” Her neighbour greeted her. 

“Morning, Richard.” She replied tersely. 

“It’s Remus.” 

Damn it.

There was an awkward silence before the man, Remus, she tried to force herself to remember, spoke again. “I was just trying to get this one to have a decent stretch of sleep. He’s cutting three teeth at once, poor sod.”

“right.” Tonks said, unsure why he was telling her this, or why he was still standing there. “did you need something?”

“Uh, no.”

her brain was trying to work out what was happening through the fog of an early morning wake-up call on a day she thought she would be sleeping in. “why are we still standing here then?”

Tonks got the distinct impression that he was trying not to laugh at her. His eyes seemed to be bright with contained mirth. “Well, I suppose it’s because you’re blocking the stairs.” He explained matter-of-factly.

Tonks felt her face heat. “Oh. Right. Sorry” She stepped out of the way and watched awkwardly as Remus lifted the stroller and carried it with great care up the stairs. 

“Have a nice day, Tonks.” He called over his shoulder.

She hated how he always seemed to make her feel like a clumsy, inept fool. He could have just asked her to move, not made it awkward. Jerk. She turned away from the building without a word and continued on her way to work. 

Stepping into the police bullpen always felt a little bit like coming home and a little bit like entering the scene of a disaster. The room always smelled of burnt coffee and rubber and messy stacks of paper littered everyone’s desks, with some trodden-on sheets of paper littering the floor. The sound of a ringing phone, many voices speaking quietly at once, and the click-clacking of ancient keyboards had become a comforting hum to her over the years, seeming more like the lulling noise of the ocean to her than the overwhelming cacophony it had been on her first day as a cadet. 

Tonks made her way to her desk and dumped her coat over the back of her chair before making her way to the briefing room where she could already see a few officers gathered. She stepped into the room and, after giving a cursory nod and good morning to the other officers, found a good spot to stand as she waited for her supervisor, Rufus Scrimgeour, to arrive and explain why she had been called in. 

“Good morning officer Tonks. Thank you for joining us. Time is of the essence here, so I am going to jump right in. Are you familiar with the Floyd case?” 

“No, sir, I’m not.”

“Child abduction case. Fourteen-month-old boy abducted from his crib in the middle of the night. No signs of forced entry, no ransom demand, no recent threats. It has been ten days and not a single shred of evidence has been turned up. We need your help. These are detectives Munoz and Prewitt”

“Of course, sir, but I have to ask…why me? There are plenty of officers on this unit who could take the case.”

“Do you mean plenty of officers who aren’t on vacation?” Scrimgeour asked testily.

“No sir.” She replied, suitably chastened.

“You have proven yourself as an officer who is capable of…looking outside the box, coming up with alternate theories that others can’t see.”

“I have been reprimanded for looking outside the box and presenting theories that no one else sees.”

“Your imagination has needed to be reined in in the past,” Scrimgeour conceded “but it may be exactly what we need here.”

Tonks pretended to consider for a moment. In reality, she knew there was no way she could ever walk away from a case like this when she knew there was a chance she could help. 

“Where would you like me to start?” she asked.

“Here’s the case file, familiarize yourself with its contents and then we will talk.” Scrimgeour told her before he and the other detectives left the room. Tonks picked up the file and made her way back to her desk. 

It was grim reading. Grief and despair seeped from the pages as she read of the baby boy’s abduction and the complete absence of any identifiable leads since then. Ten days of nightmare for the parents. More to come, she realized, as they had almost no evidence to go on and the child’s likelihood of survival decreased with every passing day. Tonks took notes as she read of questions she had or points that stuck out for her, many times only to be crossed out because the assigned detectives had already followed up on those leads and found nothing substantial or concrete. By the time evening rolled around she was exhausted, her eyes burned from staring at the words all day, and she had one measly post-it note of ideas to show for it. Just before she packed up for the evening, she picked up the photograph of the little boy again. His pale green eyes stared back at her and she felt a prickle behind her eyes as tears threatened for this little boy.

However, something else was forming behind her eyes, in her mind. The more she looked at the photograph of that baby boy the more she thought she might have seen him somewhere before. There was something about those green eyes peering out from that tawny brown face that made her feel as though she knew this child or had seen him somewhere before. She knew it was most likely the fact that she had been staring at his picture for just over twelve hours, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of recognition. 

Tonks reminded herself not to get carried away. She had been reprimanded in the past for having out-of-left-field ideas, and for chasing leads that ended up not being the case-solvers she was sure that they were going to be. 

Once, she had been assigned the case of a robbery-gone-wrong, a store owner was attacked and nearly killed. Tonks had discovered a link between that robbery and another and she had spent countless hours chasing down a hunch that these crimes were linked and there was a broader crime at play, only to have a repeat-offender confess to it to the guard on duty in the drunk tank. No conspiracy, no broader meaning or message behind the crimes, just an addict stealing booze because he had lost his job and couldn’t afford another bottle. The man-hours wasted, the paperwork filed, all for nothing.

Another time, Tonks had suspected that a woman was trying to commit insurance fraud that a work-related accident had caused her to become permanently wheelchair-bound because Tonks had seen scuff marks on the bottom of her shoes. It turned out that she bought all her shoes second hand now, as she didn’t see the point in spending a lot of money on shoes that never really touched the ground. Tonks had felt dreadful after it was proven that the woman really had received a life-altering injury on the job and she had accused her of faking.

Tonks packed her things away with a sigh. She wandered out of the building and in the direction of home, feelings of inadequacy and uselessness made her bone-weary and disappointed. She knew she wasn’t going to break the case in a day, but she hated to think of those parents waiting at home without their baby for another night.

Each step made her legs feel more and more like lead weights as she climbed the last flight up to her floor. She had clearly not been thinking about how it would feel to climb all those stairs after an exhausting day at work when she signed the lease. 

She kicked off her boots in the entryway and locked the door up tight. There was something about these home invasion cases that made you feel that little bit less comfortable in your own place, something that she hated. She settled in for the night, thinking only of the case and wishing she had never answered her phone this morning.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Please feel free to leave a comment with any suggestions or constructive criticism! I would like to hear what I could improve to make this story more interesting for you.


	2. Meet Remus

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Remus' PoV. An introduction to his character in this story.

A baby’s cry woke Remus, something he had become accustomed to recently. He rolled out of bed with a groan and padded across the hall to Harry’s nursery. Harry was sitting up in his crib, his hair sticking up in all sorts of crazy directions, and he was trying valiantly to cry and suck his thumb at the same time.

“Here we go, come on” Remus murmured soothingly as he lifted Harry from the crib. “Let’s get ready for the day.”

Remus went through the motions of the morning routine: turning off the sound machine, opening the curtains, giving the baby a fresh nappy and getting him dressed for the day, setting him up in his high chair for breakfast while Remus took his meds and then prepared them both a bowl of cream of wheat.

“Shall I put a little bit of cinnamon sugar on it? Or maybe some apple?” Remus mused aloud. Harry gurgled back at him. “How right, good sir. Cinnamon it is.” Remus responded to this imagined comment from Harry. He needed to entertain himself somehow. Living with just a baby who did not yet say more than five words had proven to feel almost as lonely as if he were living by himself.

Remus had taken custody of Harry just six months ago, and they had moved into this flat only a week ago. Remus had tried to stick it out in his old place for months, but eventually the judgement and the pitying looks and living in a place so familiar that now felt so foreign with the way his world had changed had all proven to be too much for him. It had just worn him down. He had begun to feel smothered, as though he was suffocating slowly. Though, if anyone asked, he would say he chose to move because he wanted the extra bedroom for Harry as he approached his toddler years. 

Six months ago, Lilly and James Potter had been murdered in their own home by an unknown assailant. It was a reality more terrible than any nightmare Remus’ mind could have produced. What’s more, their boyhood friend Sirius had been arrested for the crime and was now serving the very beginning of his twelve-year sentence. Remus could not comprehend the thought that his best friend could be responsible for the deaths of his other best friends. Remus knew it couldn’t possibly be true. Not only was there absolutely no logical motive for the crime, the evidence that was presented at the trial was flimsy and circumstantial at best. Remus had been actively working with Sirius’ defense team to try to prove his innocence.

Remus was not much help at the trial though. He had not been there when James and Lilly died. He had been up north where work tended to be more plentiful in the fall. He had returned as fast as he could when he heard what had happened, but by the time he arrived Harry had been taken in by child services and Sirius had been arrested and formally charged with the murders. His entire world had collapsed, and he wasn’t even there when it happened. He knew that he could not have predicted that something terrible would happen while he was away, but he hated knowing that he had lost precious time in trying to deal with the fallout because he was not there. He had needed to get out of his work contract and pay the last of his rent at the boarding house where he had been staying, and that had cost him precious time. 

The prosecution had thrown everything at the case. Their main evidence against Sirius was his fingerprints and DNA all over the Potters’ house, despite the fact that this was ridiculous evidence because Sirius practically lived on the Potters’ couch more than he spent time at his own flat. The prosecution had covered up the weakness of their actual evidence with a harsh degradation of Sirius’ moral character, citing Sirius’ family’s long-standing and ill-concealed belief in racial purity and all-but-open support of white supremacist groups. Remus had tried to testify to Sirius’ character and the fact that he had been estranged from his family since he was a teenager, but that had only made the defense target Remus as well. 

Remus was deemed an unreliable witness due to his closeness to both Sirius and Lilly and James, and the prosecution made sure to imply that Sirius might be paying him off because Remus was so obviously down on his luck while Sirius was affluently wealthy. The prosecution had even tried to suggest that Remus’ HIV+ status was some kind of black mark on his character before the judge had stopped the line of questioning and had allowed Remus to leave the stand. It was the most weak and useless feeling, walking away from that witness box knowing that he had tried to give everything he had but had probably not made any difference at all.

The public disclosure of Remus’ condition had also impacted his life in other ways. Lilly’s sister, Petunia, and her husband had heard about it somehow, though Remus wasn’t sure how as they had not been present at the trial. The Dursleys were a largely unpleasant family as a whole, even their infant son could not be said to be endearing. The Dursleys had mostly been estranged from Lilly, and definitely so from James, for a couple of years before their untimely demise. They had made no moves to inquire about Harry before or after his parents’ death, until they learned that James and Lilly had named Remus Harry’s legal guardian in case of their death and Sirius being unable to act in his role as Harry’s godfather. It had been a move of new-parent over-precaution at the time, to have a ‘plan c’ guardian for Harry, but the legal precedent of the parents’ wishes was surely what saved Remus’ guardianship claims. However, since learning that Remus was to be Harry’s legal guardian, and especially since learning that Remus was poor and HIV+, the Dursleys had taken him to court to fight for custody of Harry. There was now the ever-present shadow of the custody battle looming over him, and the fact that they had a stronger case for custody. Remus had legal precedent and parent’s wishes on his side, the Dursleys had parenting experience, a middle-class standing, a happy two-parent family, no chronic health issues like Remus had. There was a real risk that they could convince a sympathetic judge to side with them and overrule Lilly and James’ wishes.

The public fall out of the murders and the trial, as well as the fact that he longer felt comfortable in his own home with the Dursleys breathing down his neck at every opportunity, had led Remus to move to a new apartment, one that was a lot more public and so would hopefully deter the Dursleys from making surprise visits as they cared far too much about their image to be seen with him or around his flat.

Remus was learning to love his new place, and he was settling into the area quite well, he thought. If only his neighbour from down the hall didn’t hate him so much. He had no idea what he had done to make her seem to despise him, but she did seem to. She always looked very cross whenever she saw him, it was as though the mere sight of him in the distance ruined her mood. He didn’t want to get too close to her as he knew she was a police officer and he feared her hatred of him affecting his work with Sirius’ trial or with his custody of Harry, but at the same time he found himself terribly intrigued by her.

Just yesterday, he had run into her when he was on his way back to the flat after taking Harry on an early morning walk. She had called him by the wrong name and acted like she couldn’t bear to speak to him. How could she hate him but not really know his name? Was he overreacting? He just couldn’t figure her out, and not just because of the way she treated him. She was a multitude of contradictions: she was a police officer, and upholder of law and order, and yet her appearance spoke of absolute chaos. Her spiky purple hair, ripped jeans and band tees with mismatched socks made her seem much more of a free spirit than Remus’ notions of her career seemed to support. He found that he also felt his mood drop at the sight of her, just because he didn’t want to have some sort of confrontation with her. She was intriguing and infuriating.

The high-pitched whistle of the tea kettle broke Remus out of his thoughts. He turned his attention back to the breakfast that he was preparing and poured the boiling water into each of the bowls, stirring the powdered contents around until it formed into the unappetizing paste that he resigned himself to eating every single morning. It made much more financial sense for him and Harry to eat as much of the same things as possible, but when your dining partner had only four teeth your menu was pretty bland and mostly mushy. Remus stirred in a pinch of cinnamon to each bowl and carried them to the table where Harry was waiting. 

The other thing about sharing morning routines with a baby was that everything took much longer. He had to wait for Harry’s breakfast to cool and then slowly spoon it to him while trying to keep him from mashing his hands around in the bowl, and then he got to eat his breakfast. Then, he washed the dishes, then he got dressed and ready for the day. Brushing a baby’s teeth was an exhausting task considering he only had four. It involved much flailing and screaming and took much longer than necessary. Finally, they were ready for the day and Remus could carry Harry and the pram down the seven flights of stairs out of the building, strap him into his pram, and head out for the day.

Remus usually took Harry with him to the local library to use the public computers for his freelance articles, and then he would leave Harry for a few hours at the free child-minding for story and play afternoons, and go try to pick up a shift at the coffee shop a few doors down. It wasn’t much work, but it provided them with the necessities, and they were making it work.

Remus wheeled the pram up the ramp and into the library. He greeted Linda, the weekday morning librarian, and made his way to the computers at the back. He parked the pram next to one of the computers on the end, turning the pram to face him so he and Harry could look at each other while Remus typed. Today he was planning on writing the article about vegan tofu vs. falafel that a local hipster magazine was looking for. It wasn’t glamorous, it wouldn’t be earning him any journalism prizes, but he had always been an avid reader and the switch to writing was not too hard for him. Besides, it was better than hard labour, and he had put many hours into completing physically demanding jobs in the blazing heat or pouring rain. A morning in the temperature-controlled library with the comfy rolling chairs, clean bathrooms, and access to coffee was a pretty sweet job. 

Remus doesn’t have much other use for computers, other than legal research for his custody battle or for Sirius’ case, he doesn’t have an email address or social media and he didn’t really feel the need for it. There were very few people left from his old life that he still wanted to be in touch with. This was enough. His little life with Harry, the hope that one day they would be reunited with Sirius, it was enough.

The tofu article turned out to be quite mind-numbing, as he personally had a fondness for red meat cooked rare, and so these plant-based options did not appeal to him at all. He was glad to be able to finally submit the article, with a bit of time to spare before he had to get Harry to his afternoon activity and get himself over to the coffee shop. He used the extra time to push the pram over to the legal section and take some jot notes out of a few of the texts about circumstantial evidence. It wasn’t much but he wanted to tear down some of the flimsy evidence against Sirius. 

When one o’clock drew near, Remus took Harry over to the infant play area and parked the pram and took Harry out. He carried him into the play area and over to one of the library’s infant care providers, Molly.

“Why hello there master Harry!” Molly greeted the baby warmly, before turning her gaze and her warm smile to Remus. “Hello dear, how lovely to see you.” She said the same thing all the time even though she saw him practically every day. Remus had to admit he was soft for these small acts of kindness.

“Hi Molly. Sorry, he’s been fighting sleep lately so he may be fussy. He took a fourty-five minute nap this morning so he may be alright, but it’s hard to tell.” Remus explained as he passed the baby over.

“Oh, poor love, is he cutting some more teeth?”

“Yes, two at once. One is bad enough. He’s having a rough go.”

“Have you been giving him anything for it?”

“Some Tylenol when he spikes a fever, but I don’t like the idea of feeding him chemicals like those numbing gels and I’m not sure what else to do.”  
“Oh, have you tried freezing his teethers? It helps with the sore gums.” Molly had seven children of her own and was so a verifiable expert on caring for babies. 

“He doesn’t like the cold, I can’t get him to take them.” Remus explained, exasperated.

“Dip it in formula first, try to let a good amount freeze on it, that always got mine to take it.” Molly suggested.

Remus wrote that advice down on his notepad. “Great, I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks.”

“Have you been eating enough? You’re looking a bit peaky love. Make sure that while your looking after this one you don’t forget to look after yourself.”

“I’m fine, thanks Molly. We’re just going through a rough patch with his teeth and I have been needing to picking up some extra work lately to make ends meet.” Remus looked away, a little embarrassed to have said anything about his financial situation.

“A smart lad like you can find better work, I’m sure. Have you tried going down to the community outreach office? I think they were looking for some work in public services. If you were employed by the municipality you would qualify for free childcare, and it would be steady hours.” Molly suggested.

“What sort of role is it?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m not sure, but it must be worth a look atleast.”

“Yes, of course, I’ll go down and see after my shift.” Remus assured her as he left. In reality, he did not have plans to go. He didn’t think working for the municipality was for him at all. 

Four hours of serving coffee later, Remus arrived back at the library and collected Harry before starting out for home. As he walked through the streets, pushing the pram, he couldn’t help but spot the community outreach office. He hesitated on the sidewalk before he decided to just go out on a limb. He made his way over to the community outreach office and entered the building. It was a bland, seventies-construction brick building with drab interior and a pervasive smell of Lysol and moth balls. He waited in line, telling himself he should just leave, until the man at the counter called “Next!” and Remus realized he was up.

“Good afternoon, how can I help?” the man said with the monotone expression of someone who did not really want to help at all.

“Uh, I- I heard that you had a job opening?” Remus stuttered.

“Yes. The municipal police department is looking for a file clerk. Fill out this form and bring it back to me. You should hear back in five to eight business days if you have been selected for an interview.” The man droned.

“Thanks.” Remus said as he accepted a clipboard and a pen from the man and went to take a seat. He filled out the form with as much detail as he could, trying not to think of the only local police officer he knew. It would have to be a real cruel twist of fate for him to be assigned to the same squad house as his neighbour-nemesis, and steady work was steady work. Besides, he probably wouldn’t get the position anyways.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Next chapter will hopefully get more exciting as we see more action now that we have established the background and the characters!


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